Naruto: The Last Harbinger of Storm
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Chapter 80: Introspection And Good Times
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Last Time on NTLHOS:
Your friend always,
Naruto Uzumaki
When Kosuke finished reading, he felt his throat tighten. He remembered that scruffy kidāa boy whose smile through hardship, who never gave up even when the world offered him nothing. And now that same boy invited him to witness his greatest moment, treating him like an honored guest. Kosuke smiled, folded the letter gently, and rose from beneath the oak
He would go.
Now:
Naruto stood on a cliff, the wind teasing his hair as he gazed down at the preparations unfolding below. His hands rested behind his back, his eyes scanning the bustling activity with a sense of accomplishment. It hadn't always been this way. He remembered the days when every detail of an event demanded his personal approvalāseating arrangements, respect paid to the right guests, the balance of subtle power plays and statements. Each decision was a calculated statement. For that he had to micro-manage each and everything, so everything work cohesively.
But those days were behind him. The people he had trainedāhandpicked and moulded to embody and become an extension of himself and his visionāhad grown into extensions of his will. They didn't just follow instructions, they understood and upheldĀ the Uzumaki way. Naruto had made sure of that. While he could still have used clones to micromanage the entire process, that would defeat the purpose of the system he had built. His goal wasn't to oversee every small detail indefinitely but to create a structure that would flourish even in his absence.
Even Mei Terumi, who had led a rebellion for years and briefly held the title of Mizukage, had not been exempt from Naruto's training. While her leadership skills were undeniable, her methods had initially been her ownāa reflection of her unique experience and strength. However, Naruto understood that for a system to function seamlessly, every part had to harmonize. Individual brilliance, no matter how exceptional, meant little if it clashed with the collective effort. To that end, he had initially forbidden Mei from implementing her own methods and instead taught her, as he did everyone, the foundational principlesātheĀ Uzumaki way.
TheĀ Uzumaki wayĀ as he called it was not just a set of guidelines, it was a system refined over thousands of years, forged in the experience and constantly improved through trial and error, success and fuilure. Naruto used Uzumaki archives and the teachings of elders like Lord Suifu and Lady Mithrusha, Naruto had assigned them the task of instructing leaders in each department on how the Uzumaki conducted themselves and did thingsāfrom something as seemingly trivial as flower arrangements and decorations, which reflected Uzumaki ethos and aesthetics, to the meticulous details of war formations and strategic planning that Uzumaki's of the old used.
Mei had embraced this training, and now she worked tirelessly, guiding the preparations with a steady hand and commanding voice. Her choices, though with her own brilliance and innovation, remained firmly grounded and entrenched in theĀ Uzumaki wayāblending creativity with cohesion, ensuring her methods enhanced rather than disrupted the work of others.
Naruto had made it clear that this structured approach was essential, particularly given the legacy they were rebuilding. The Uzumaki way was time-tested, a product of centuries of refinement where ineffective practices had been discarded, and new insights incorporated. While Naruto had modernized certain aspects to adapt to the current era, ensuring its relevance, he maintained tight control over these changes. He allowed no deviations or improvisations without his approval, understanding the importance of a unified system to guide Uzushio's resurgence.
Nearby he could see, Zabuza Momochi moved among the ANBU, his masked presence unmistakable to someone like Naruto. Through the seals concealing Zabuza's identity for absolute discretion, Naruto could still see the man drilling the security forces. Each formation was tightened, every gap in their defences scrutinized and corrected.
Further off, Lord Suifu, gruff and unyielding, patrolled or in better words just walked the grounds. His barked criticisms cut through the air. "Walk like warriors, not children!" he snapped at a group of guards. "Straighten your spines, every one of you!" Naruto could still hear him muttering his favorite refrain:Ā "In our timeā¦ Your generation is nothing but lazy buggers!"
A smile ghosted across Naruto's lips as he watched Suifu. The old warrior was a relic of another age, a reminder of the discipline, suffering and high standards. Naruto had made it a tradition in Uzushio to respect the wisdom of the older generation. Even if their insights seemed outdated, they were to be heard with humility, for the foundation of progress was built on the lessons of those who came before. Just as in the military, where orders were followed regardlessif it was from a superior, Uzushio now fostered a culture where the younger generation learned to listen without condescension or arrogance.
Naruto's gaze lingered on the scene below. The people he had entrusted were not just doing their jobs, they were living the ideals he had poured into them. Each worker, each leader, moved with commitment and purpose that reflected not just their individual abilities but their understanding of the Uzumaki way. They were not working for a salary, nor merely to serve him. They worked with an understanding that their efforts were for themselves, forĀ theirĀ villageānot for Lord Uzumaki's village, but for the place they now called their own, a home they were building with pride and purpose. It was a system designed to outlast him, to ensure that the Uzushio continued to thrive long after his hands were no longer guiding it.
He turned away, ready to leave the cliff's edge and return to his duties. There was much to do, but for now, he allowed himself a moment of quiet satisfaction.
Ā He saw Rashirom now correcting Zabuza in correcting others, ensuring every weak link in the chain was forged into strength. He took quiet pride in what has become of the rag tags he joined.
Naruto turned away from the courtyard, knowing that if he stepped down, everything would grind to a halt. Workers would abandon their tasks to bow or fuss, causing unnecessary commotion. It was better to leave them undisturbed, allowing them to focus without distractions. When his head guard approached and asked his destination, Naruto answered simply, "Chinamaki Shrine." Instantly, the guard relayed the information through the communication seal. Within moments, security sprang into action, clearing paths and forming a protective perimeter. Naruto could sense the area being evacuated, the route to the shrine secured with military precision.
He sighed, unease settling over him. Here, in the very heart of his kingdom, such measures felt unnecessary. Loyalty had been tested and proven; these wereĀ hisĀ people, dedicated and steadfast. Yet, Naruto understood the reasoning behind the precautions. Rashirom had insisted on them, and Suifu's reaction to Naruto overruling Rashirom still echoed in his mind. The grizzled veteran had given him a stern, hours-long lecture that refused to fade:
"Even the mightiest elephant can be brought down by a single mosquito if it's careless."
Naruto had conceded, begrudgingly acknowledging the truth in Suifu's words. Strength alone wasn't enough. Even the most powerful shinobi could fall if caught unaware at the wrong moment. Wisdom dictated vigilance, no matter how secure he felt.
For the past month, Naruto had given audiences only when absolutely necessary. Most of his time had been spent inside the shrine, performing chants and rituals. He was not just praying; he was recreating an ancient processāconsecration. He was awakening the hidden energies of the fourteen deities that anchored the spiritual strength of the elemental nations. According to the old waysāways that reminded him of the teachings of sagesāconsecration meant making the space itself alive. Just as a tree grows from a tiny seed, a consecrated shrine becomes a living force that can guide people, help them grow within, and bring clarity and purpose. It was like turning a once-dead piece of land into fertile soil from which wisdom could sprout for anyone who came close.
His ancestors had fought and died for these shrines, spilling their blood so that generations could find a path to higher understanding. Bringing such mighty beings into this realm and binding them took unimaginable effort and cost. Naruto thought of the Shinigami contractsāthe heavy prices they demandedāand knew the creation of these shrines had been even greater. The Uzumaki clan had guarded this secret, placing the needs of humanity above their own pride, power, or even survival.
Now Naruto was renewing that ancient effort. He had to pour his own life energy, his very essence, into the shrines to restore them. Each chant reshaped invisible structures of energy. Each sacrifice of time and vitality made the shrines glow subtly brighter in the unseen world. It was painful. More than once, blood trickled from his nose and mouth as he pushed beyond his limits. When Rashirom learned of this strain, he tried to stop Naruto. But Suifu intervened: "We do not break a consecration halfway. Naruto is the only one who can do this." And so Naruto continued, discovering strength he never knew he had.
He had completed most of the process in secret. The final step would happen publicly, in front of leaders from many lands. Compared to what he had already done, that last ritual would be easyābut it would be seen by everyone, a symbol of what he had achieved. He was no longer the scrappy kid with nothing but a stubborn grin. He had become a link between worlds, a vessel of ancient energies, giving life back to something that would guide thousands, maybe millions, for centuries to come.
As he walked toward the Chinamaki Shrine, the guards forming a quiet barrier around him, he knew the moment of truth was near. The consecration would soon be complete. The shrines would stand as living entities, just as the ancient sages and Sadhguru-like masters had envisionedāa space charged with energy, capable of lifting people beyond their struggles, helping them find meaning, purpose, and even enlightenment. This was what the Uzumaki way truly meant. And Naruto would honor it with every step he took.
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For the past month, Naruto had receded from public view, granting audiences only when absolutely necessary. His days had been consumed by a monumental task: the reconsecration of the fourteen ancient shrines. These were not mere monuments; they were anchors of spiritual energy that had once elevated the Elemental Nations, guiding them toward purpose and enlightenment. The process wasn't prayer in the traditional sense; it was far more profoundāNaruto was recreating an ancient ritual, pouring his essence into the very fabric of the shrines, awakening being that had lain dormant for decades.
Consecration, as Naruto came to understand, was an act of giving life to a space. The teachings of the Uzumaki archives and from the sage. A consecrated shrine wasn't just sacred ground, it was a living force, a fertile soil from which inner growth could sprout. It could guide those who came seeking, helping them transcend and find fulfilment.
His people, to the last man and woman, had poured their blood into this land during the invasion to erect the great barrier, defending these shrines at the cost of almost the entire clan. To summon and bind such mighty beings to the mortal plane had demanded unimaginable sacrifice from his ancestors. Naruto thought of the infamous Shinigami contracts, which extracted life and eternal torment as their price for a single use. The creation of such shrines, where these beings were summoned to this plane and bound indefinitely, must have required an even greater costāsomething unimaginableāan act that placed the needs of humanity above the desires, power, and survival of the Uzumaki clan itself. These shrines, these fourteen deities, were the pillars that had upheld the spiritual strength of the Elemental Nations for generations.
Now, the task of renewing them fell to him, and the weight of that responsibility was immense. Each surge of energy he channeled, each ritual he performed, reshaped the invisible currents of power surrounding the shrines and, by extension, the Elemental Nations. It was grueling work, demanding not only unwavering spiritual focus but also extraordinary physical endurance. His meals were carefully tailored to replenish his life force, and every ounce of his strength had to be meticulously managed. Yet no preparation could lessen the toll it took.
More than once, blood trickled from his nose and mouth as he pushed himself beyond his limits. This wasn't like the injuries of battleāit was far worse. His internal organs and energy circuits were strained to the brink of collapse, making the risks far more severe than any wound sustained in combat. When Rashirom learned of this, he had tried to intervene, but Suifu had stopped him cold.
"We do not break a consecration halfway," Suifu had said with quiet finality. "Prince is the only one who can do this. Interrupting him now would unravel everything."
Naruto pressed on, his will, conviction, and devotion tested to their absolute limits. He gained an unshakable respect for the ancestors who had created this sacred space. To summon and bind these beings to their planeāit was the ultimate act of selflessness. Naruto knew he wasn't ready to achieve such a feat himself, not now and perhaps not even in decades. But he could honour their sacrifice by ensuring that the shrines stood strong once more. He was merely reawakening what they made.
The process was gruelling, but it had to be done. His ancestors had not spilled their blood so that the deities would fade. These shrines, and the energy they held, were meant to uplift humanity, offering guidance to those who sought it. Naruto would see them restored, even if it meant pouring every ounce of his life into the process.
Most of the work was done in solitude, away from prying eyes. The final step, however, would take place publicly, during his coronation. Compared to the rituals he had already completed, the last step would be relatively easy. Yet it would also be the most significantāwatched by leaders from across the world, it would symbolize what he had achieved. This wasn't just about rebuilding, it was about reshaping the spiritual foundation of the Elemental Nations.
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Naruto stepped along the winding path toward the Chinamaki Shrine, hands tucked in his sleeves. His mind drifted backāback to Tsunade, back to the way this all started. He smirked to himself, remembering the hush-hush letters and hidden deals that had defined their strange alliance.
Flashback:
In a cramped inn room he'd rented after escaping the Mist, Naruto hunched over a wooden desk, an oil lamp flickering, casting his shadow large and uncertain on the wall. A bandage still tugged at his shoulder. He reread the letter he'd received the day before:
Uzumaki Naruto,
I'm told you survived a hellish run-in with Mist's hunters, and that I had a small hand in seeing you live through it. Don't thank me, it's my duty as a Senju to look after family, and Uzumaki blood is close enough. Word is you're planning to carve a place for yourself in this big, twisted world. If you're serious, I may of some helpā though quietly. Write back, if only so I know how you're doingāit's the least I can do to honor the memory of Grandmother Mito.
āTsunade Senju
Naruto snorted. This was Lady Tsunade of the Senju, famed Sannin, gambler, living legend, reaching out to himāhim, a scruffy outsider who'd just barely crawled out of the mud. He dipped his pen in ink and wrote:
Princess Tsunade Senju,
You saved my life, Only because it was your hands. That's more than most would do for a no-name orphan. I'm extremely grateful. I'm still finding my feet, and I could use the help. Show me the right merchants and bankers, and I'll do my best not to let your trust go to waste. Someday I assure, I'll repay this favour with interest.
āNaruto Uzumaki
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Back to the Present
They kept it quiet. Not even Shizune knew. Tsunade insisted on secrecy. If the Hokage's circle or the Fire Court learned that Tsunade was actively aiding Kushina's son, it would spark trouble he couldn't handle at that time. Naruto's lips twitched at the memory. She had replied quickly, directing him to a small circle of traders who respected old namesāespecially Senju-linked ones. Through letters, he inturn exposed the thieves in her ranks, who were skimming off her treasury that is the Senju business empire since she started delegating her duty to him.
Every two months, Shizune had to travel to Konoha to take on missions, as it was the minimum requirement for a Tokubetsu JÅnin unless on leave or under extenuating circumstancesāsomething Sarutobi rarely granted. During those visits, Naruto would meet Tsunade, updating her on the Senju finances, sharing news, and indulging in some gambling sessions. While Tsunade had a notorious streak of bad luck at gambling, Naruto was the opposite, his skill and fortune often leaving her both amused and exasperated.
He still recalled one particularly late night in a boarding house attic, pen scratching ink, warning her of a bounty hunter pair heading her way. This was after Naruto build his own business empire with Uchihas and had contact in the black market.
Flashback
One evening under the cover of festival fireworks, Tsunade and Naruto had met behind a stack of crates near a sake storehouse. He wore a plain shirt and trousers, face half-hidden under a straw hat, while she emerged from the darkness wearing a traveler's cloak.
"Tsunade," he whispered, eyes scanning the alley. "I hear two men are asking questions, following your money trail. I can arrange a scare that will send them off course, but you'll need to tighten your accounts. Some bastard's been dipping in your funds."
She reached out, fingertips lightly touching his wrist. "I figured as much. Show me where to cut them out, Naruto. I'll trust your eye." Her voice was warm, low, as though amused that he'd spotted it before she did.
He grinned. "Leave it to me. By the way, that merchant you recommended in South Fireāhe's done right by me. My first batch of goods sold quick."
Tsunade smirked, barely visible in the shadows. "Told you. Now, if you keep this up, you might even buy me a drink someday."
"I'll buy the whole damn bar if it keeps you around," he teased, voice just above a murmur. She stepped in closer, the smell of sake and rosewood lingering in her hair.
"Keep your promises small, Naruto. They taste better when you can deliver."
Back to the Present
Slowly, Tsunade began sharing her secrets and fears, letting Naruto glimpse the vulnerabilities she kept hidden from the world. He offered her a quiet shoulder to lean on, never judging, always listening. Over time, the mask she perpetually woreāof the unbreakable Sannin, the gambler who cared for nothingābegan to slip. In its place stood a more honest, more human Tsunade. And Naruto, understanding what it meant for her to trust him this way, held her close. He accepted all that she was, embracing her without reservation.
He smiled, walking the winding path. It was in these small, stolen meetings that respect started to slip into something else. They crossed a line just before his showdown with Orochimaru. They found themselves in a dingy bar on the outskirts, a place nobody important would step into.
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Flashback: Lemon Ahead
Tsunade and Naruto sat side by side at a battered table. Outside, distant thunder murmured. Inside, warm lamplight flickered over their faces, and the cheap sake tasted sharp on the tongue. She'd had just enough to make her laugh freely, and he'd had just enough to meet that laughter with a grin of his own.
"So," she said, leaning forward, her elbow on the table, "you're going up against sensei now, eh. Still think it's a good idea to throw yourself at that old monkey?", those were days when Naruto was the rising start in Konoha politics
He shrugged, enjoying the way her eyes followed his movement. "Who said anything about it being a good idea? I've gotta do it. Someone has to push back, or he'll swallow whole."
Tsunade's fingertips slid along his forearm, slow and deliberate. "Just don't get yourself killed, brat." Her voice came out lower than usual, a hint of something playful curling at the edges.
He raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by her touch. "You calling me brat now? You know I'm old enough to drink you under the table."
She snorted softly. "Careful, or I'll prove you wrong." Her hand lingered, warm against his skin.
They drank, and each sip seemed to bring them a step closer. Finally, Tsunade reached out and brushed a lock of hair from his face, and he leaned in, bold and curious. They kissedāno gentle court kiss, no sweet romance. Their mouths met hungry, eager, like they'd both been waiting for this moment far too long.
They pulled apart to breathe, and Naruto's eyes glinted with something between triumph and delight. Tsunade smirked, tapping a finger against his chest. "We shouldn't linger here," she murmured still tipsy. The bar's air felt charged now, the tension between them crackling like the distant thunder.
He nodded toward the small corridor that led upstairs. "There's that room I rentedā¦ spare, a bit rough around the edges, but it's got a bed. Unless you've got a better idea or cold feet?"
She stood smoothly, her chair scraping the floor. Her fingers found his again, and together they left the table behind, weaving past a handful of half-drunken patrons who paid them no mind. They made their way up the worn wooden steps.
The rented room was simple and quiet: a low bed, a cracked window, a single lamp casting lazy shadows across the walls. Before the door even closed, Tsunade pressed Naruto back against it. Her lips found his, and her hands roamed, sliding up under his shirt to feel the hard muscle beneath. He let out a soft hiss of breath, caught off-guard by the urgency in her touch.
She smirked, voice low. "You talk big down there, brat, but hereā¦ let's see if you can live up to that mouth of yours." Her tone carried a daring challenge.
Naruto grasped her hips, pulling her closer, their bodies pressed tight. "You think I'm all talk?" he teased, leaning in so their noses nearly touched. "I'm no kidādon't forget that."
Tsunade's hand trailed lower, bold and insistent, causing him to suck in a sharp breath. "Oh, I'm well aware," she said, and beneath that playful veneer, she squeezed his crotch, charged and hungry.
He traced the curve of her waist, sliding up along her spine. She pressed him closer against the door and tipped her head back, just enough to flash him a grin. "If you're going to prove anything," she said, "now's your chance, Naruto."
You are quite 'handsy today, aren't you?" she giggled as his fingertips caressed her soft yet large mounts. She smirked and gave his ass cheeks a hard squeeze.
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"Can you blame me?" he said, moving one of his hands onto her belly before sliding it towards her clothed arse.
He lifted her in bridal style and threw her onto the bed. He approached with a deliberate slowness as if savouring each second. Standing before her, Naruto's gaze lingered on Tsunade's faceāthose sharp eyes, the curve of her lipsābefore drifting downward. He raised his hands and found the neckline of her robe, his touch gentle fingertips grazing the hollow of her throat. There was a palpable tension in the air. Gradually, he slid the fabric aside, each movement careful and purposeful, as if unveiling something precious. He didn't tear the clothes off; he unwrapped her like something rare, exquisite and divine.
Her robe parted, revealing the familiar contours of her body, and his gaze followed the line of her collarbone, and the soft curve of her shoulders. He pressed closer, warmth radiating between them, his hand slipping inside to brush over the underside of her arm, pulling the sleeve down and freeing her skin to the lamplight.
Ā One side of her robe fell away, and then the other, until the garment hung loose, barely clinging to her frame. His knuckles traced along her waist, then slipped lower, coaxing the cloth down with patient insistence. He took in every reaction, the catch in her breath, the subtle flex of her toned muscle as she steadied herself, and the slightest tilt of her chin as she silently invited him to continue.
When he finally let the robe drift to the floor, the sound was almost inaudible against the creak of the old bed. She lay there, the lamplight painting her skin in warm hues, and he paused. They stared at each other for a momentāno words, just the thrum of the moment. Then, with quiet reverence, he reached to undo the last fastenings. Each tug and slip of fabric carried a gentle rhythm. He removed her bra and marvelled at the most glorious breast he had ever seen. In one swift motion, he rolled her so that she lay on her stomach on the bed, then he tore open her panties. What he saw was otherworldly. Many claimed her boobs were the sexiest feature, but for Naruto, the exquisite curve of her arse, perfection incarnate surpassed all else.
She leaned in closer, her breath warm against him, and ran her fingertips lightly along the waistband before tugging his pants down, the soft rustle of fabric punctuating the silence. Naruto shrugged off his top and tossed it aside, every muscle flexing in the lamplight. He was hard lines and coiled energy, and the way she looked at himājust the slightest parting of her lipsāsaid she appreciated every inch.
Tsunade's eyes widened, in brief, mischievous admiration lighting her face. "Oh my god," she murmured, voice low and throaty, "this seems so much bigger than I imagined." There was a heady thrill in the words, in the honesty of her surprise. She pressed a teasing kiss just above his hipbone, her fingers trailing up the back of his thighs, letting him feel the subtle scratch of her nails.
Naruto's breath hitched, his hands drifting through her hair as he steadied himself.Ā As she gave him a mischievous smile and took his 9-inch long cock in her mouthāa soft sigh escaped his lips, a slight bob of her head. He could feel the warmth radiating.
Not many can take me fully on their first try," Naruto said. "No wonder they call you the legendary sucker." He watched her, half-lidded eyes, as she furiously bobbed her head, each movement drawing another muffled groan from deep in his throat.
Between when she stopped to take a breath "Naruto lifted Tsunade over him effortlessly, having her straddle his face. Naruto said to her, "This is what I'm starving for," planting his face on her pink labia. "I cannot get enough of this wonderful pussy." Tsunade mewed, "Oh fuck," as he nibbled her clit.
He teased her clit and kissed her folds, sliding his cock into her throat. Grasping her large thick cheeks with his hands, "Mnn!" She groaned into his large cock.
In order to taste her rosebud, Naruto dragged her body down. He felt her lips slip off his cock as he rimmed around her ass."
"She grabbed his balls and licked beneath them after licking along his shaft to reach them. She licked his ass while he did the same to her, moving her face lower and encouraging him to open his legs.
Tsunade moaned into Naruto's as he quickly inserted his tongue into her ass. Lightly rimming her ass, Naruto thumbed her clit while sinking one of his big fingers into her moist pussy. "Oh my..... You are good, fuck it feels good!" Tsunade groaned. She trembled above him as he drilled his fingers into and out of her body. As her climax approached, he could feel her sucking and licking his cock harder. With lightning speed, Naruto planted his tongue deep in her pussy. She erupted hard onto his tongue and fingers, and for a while her anal resistance gave way, followed by many pulsations."Mmm!" Tsunade rode through her climax and groaned into his cock.
When her climax subsided, Naruto lifted her and set her down in a reverse cowgirl position, straddling his waist. The cheeks he had been sucking were trapped around his cock.
"she was made aware of the lump of flesh she was seated on by Naruto's cock flexing. Naruto urged Tsunade, "Put it inside you. I know you want it." Tsunade peered at the enormous cock beneath her crotch. His balls appeared to be the shape of ripe plums. She gripped his big shaft and reached down, caressing it with the tips of her fingers before lifting her hip. She stood up, lining it up with her bare folds. The point of his cockhead pressed against her labia. She lowered her weight onto him by softly rotating her hips."
"Oh honey, your cock is filling me up so much and going deep. It feels so fucking good. My pussy feels so full, oh my god. Oh no." His hand played with her clit, and Tsunade circled her hips, her Large firm tits heaving out in front of her while she breathed hard."
"With an abrupt movement of her hips, Naruto threw her back onto him. Her nipples appeared as hard as diamonds, and her tits jiggled with her body. Tsunade got up and down on Naruto's thick large dick, running her hands between her legs to caress his enormous hanging testicles. Her pink labia gripped him as she slipped up his cock, her cream dripping down his shaft and bathing his balls, enabling it easier to rub and move her fingers across them. Her pussy was aching for him. Every single inch of him. Reaching up, he squeezed her nipples and touched her breasts. Their lips met once more in an open kiss as he drew her back to him.
Naruto got up and shoved Tsunade to her hands and knees on the mat. She chewed her lip to prepare herself as surprise flooded her eyes. "I wanna fuck your sexy jiggling arse," Naruto whispered in her ears. With her back to him, she performs an animalistic gesture while leaning against the chair near the bed.
Naruto began to pound, her eyes glimmering with want as she accepted it. She had been built to withstand what she was receiving from this enormous cock. The sound of their bodies slapping reverberated throughout the silent woods. "Oh fuck yes, Kami yes!" Tsunade pulled back against him, letting out a scream. Reaching, Naruto ran his thumb over his dick, gathering her secretions, then pushed it inside her arsehole and shook it about. Naruto let out a groan as he inserted his thumb inside her. Naruto grasped onto her neck and bit on her flesh hard as he pushed his huge dick into her for a while until he dragged back with a discernible pop, resulting in a hickey where his lips were."
"Tsunade cried, "OH FUCK NARRRUTO. I'M GONNA CUM ON YOUR HUGE UZUMAKI COCK!!"
"Naruto said, "I'm going to cum inside your sexy MILF pussy again!
""Yes, take it!" Tsunade sobbed. "Own my pussy and cum in me! My Kami!" As Tsunade's orgasm overtook her, her body trembled uncontrollably. With multiple pulsations, she expelled what appeared to be a gallon of fluid from her body. Naruto also ejected spurts after spurts. Naruto destroyed her pussy."
She had spent the night getting fucked better than she ever had in her life. It was incredible. Was it really a surprise that she would be tempted to go back for secondsā¦ then thirds? Before she knew it, she found out why only Uzumaki were comparable or even better than the Senju when it came to stamina. She fainted first, thoroughly spent, and then, after a short while, Naruto joined her in bed, satisfied.
Next Day Morning
They lay tangled in rumpled sheets. Sunlight crept through the shutters. For a moment, silence stretched between them. Naruto groggily woke and watched her study him with those keen eyes, and he felt a twist of uncertainty. Had he crossed a line too far?
Tsunade was already up and spoke first, voice quiet, mellow. "I won't pretend that was just a game," she said, brushing fingertips over the stubble on his chin. "I care about you, Naruto. More than I meant to. And I'm not about to play coy. You mean something to me."
He took a slow breath, heart drumming. "I didn't think you'd ever say that out loud."
She smirked, but softly. "I'm not a shy girl, in case you didn't notice. What about you? Any regrets?"
He shook his head, honest. "Regretā¦ No regrets, No straight guy will regret a night with you. Justā¦ a lot to figure out. I've got half a dozen deals and allies who depend on me. And now there's thisāus."
Tsunade pressed a warm palm to his chest. "We don't have to slap a label on it if you don't want to. I'm not the jealous tyoe, Naruto. I'm too old for that crap. If you want others, fine. I will understand if you reject me if old. I might want some too. If that makes you squirm, say so now."
"Reject? No way. I like you, Tsunade, but I have been sleeping around. And what do you mean 'old'? Unlike others, I am one of the best sensors I know. Even though you didn't remove the glamour of yours Saturday night, I know that this glamour does not de-age you; it does the opposite and makes you look older. What do you mean you're okay with me sleeping around, and what do you mean you want? Does that mean you will sleep with other guys?"
Tsunade looked shocked that he saw through her glamourāwhich even the Byakugan cannot, though it can see there is one, just not through it. Then she smiled and said, "I am bisexual. I want some of the fine arse you sample. Also, for me, there is only one manāthat is you. I wanna see you squirm."
He gave a low chuckle. "Squirm? Hell, Tsunade, I'm curious more than anything. You're one kinky slut. If you're open to seeing where this goes, I am too."
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Back to the Present
Tsunade worried initially she had manipulated him by playing on his hormones, and Naruto had to reassure her constantly that was not the case. She remained the most Kinky and naughty kunoichi he had ever seen in the bed and the most prim and regal outside. While the world believed Tsunade concealed her age behind a genjutsu, the truth was different. None of Hashirama and Mito's children had inherited their extraordinary abilities, yet Tsunade, by some inexplicable quirk of fate, carried Hashirama's vitality and the Uzumaki's remarkable longevity. This made her age at a rate so slow it defied common understanding.
Naruto neared the old mossy steps of the Chinamaki Shrine, feeling that familiar heat in his chest. The world around them was changingāold heroes crumbled, new threats rose. But Tsunade had chosen him, and he had chosen her. Not as a saint or a savior, but as a human being, raw and real. They'd face what came next in their own way, side by side, letters and deals and skin and laughter all woven together into something new neither of them had dared to imagine before especially him who grew up an orphan.
Now he had no time to reminisce. He had a lot to do, and he was sure Tsunade would be busy with the hospital she had been building over the past years and the other duties he had relegated to her since his concentration could not be shifted from here. Tsunade was with him from the start, a silent partner, so she knew everything and how to handle things his way.
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